Ghostly kites of light
Slide noiselessly around
My bedroom walls as
The night traffic files past.
From my bed, I can see
The long, dripping icicles
That hang from the eaves
Right outside my window.
They glint in the headlights
Like frosted glass carrots.
I smile, remembering that
Today was a special day, a
Once-in-a-lifetime kind of day.
You see, blue-green was no
Longer my favorite color–
I’m not talking about just any
Kind of blue-green, mind you,
But the kind that flashes in
Your eyes when you walk by
A window prism in the sun–
That kind of blue-green.
No, today, after a lifetime
Of celebrating my beloved
Super-charged blue-green
I changed my favorite color
To yellow for no real reason
Other than it’s grown on me
After all these years.
Yellow it is, then.
Yellow.
A wonderful poem and such an apt picture too.
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